Fleetingly Carol

     Dear Reader, do you remember the post titled "My Fleeting Labor Day" posted September 6, 2010? If not, I encourage you to go back and read it, for the following story is about the same person. Her identity is hidden for her own protection because my friend is more blond than she pays to be.  Take for instance, her recent trip to the mountains. I would not have discovered this if her husband wasn't such an eavesdropping pea-ninny. My friend and I were having casual conversation over coffee one Saturday morning, talking about our experimental container gardening, pets and the problems inherent with them, husbands and the problems inherent with them. Somehow talk of husbands led into getting away from it all. My friend expressed her desire to see Europe on $100.00 a day, I want to see the northeast U.S. in the fall. The talk turned to driving through mountain passes when her husband entered the room with a wicked look on his face. We didn't realize he w

A very dear friend from childhood came to visit last week. We had not seen each other in several years, although we kept in touch via email and social networks. When she called to say she would be in town, I looked forward to a delightful time reminiscing about old friends, teachers - oh, and old boyfriends we stole from one another.         When we met at the restaurant, I almost didn't recognize her. Her once-cinnamon colored tresses were every color of blond imaginable. And her deep brown eyes had become a strange color of green.          "How do you like my new look?" she beamed.          "Um, wonderful . . . um, beautiful . . . um, why?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.          "Oh, you know."          Oh, I do? I have the same mousey blond hair I was born with.          "We're getting to that age, you know. Where the grays are popping out. Anyway, I always wanted to find out if blonds really did have more fun."

Oh, my! It's been over a year since my last blog! I didn't realize that until Anonymous posted on one of the posts to ask why I would advertise a blog on the back of my car when I don't update regularly. I have egg on my face and I will try to do better in the future.  One of the reasons I quit blogging was because for Christmas of 2011, I received an IPad. If anyone has ever tried to do any sustained typing on the onscreen touch-type keyboard, you know how impossible that is. A few months later I bought the wireless keyboard to go with it, with the idea of resurrecting FleetinglyCarol. I wish, Dear Reader, that you would go now and reread my blog from  Tuesday, October 12, 2010 -  Fleeting Skills. I shall wait. Go ahead. I'm a very patient person, don't worry about how long it takes. Are you finished? Good, now on you understand where I am with keyboards and my ability to use the micro-sized boards. This keyboard for the IPad was going to r